"I TOLD YA, STAY THA FUK HOME, DID YA LISTEN? FUCKEN NO. OF COURSE YA DIDN'T!" The entire store seemed to shake with his anger. His face was red. If the word drunken asshole was a person, it would definitely be him. He had a three day old beard, his black hair was askew, and his clothes were unwashed and stained. His skin was glistening with either grease or sweat. I looked back to y/n and she seemed to tremble with fear. The lady behind the counter was crouched and on the phone, luckily he was too drunk to notice. The man was slowly stepping towards y/n. Without thinking I stepped in front of the guy.
"What the hell do you think you're doing mate." I said with a surprising calmness to my voice. He started hard into my eyes trying to scare me, but I just wanted to laugh. His eyes, which were squinted trying to look intimidating, just looked like the sun was in his eyes.
"Get. Out. Of. My. Way. She's my bitch I'll do with her what I want." He seemed to snarl but it just appeared to be like a cough while talking.
"I don't think that's how it works." That's when I finally threw a punch.
